OOC: No problem. I was thinking it was a bit 'Tomb of Horrors-esque'. Yikes

Deccon covers himself with his shield and pulls back out of the doorway. "By the gods, this tomb is a damn death-trap!" He pulls a dart clear from his mail and notices the black discolouration on its tip. "Poison" he utters with a grimace. "Nobody else hit? Good. Brother Loren would would mind sneaking a look and saying a prayer, one of them got through my armour and nicked me."

"We must proceed cautiously in this chamber, but I'm thinking that between the poisoned darts and the wax seal, there must be something worth protecting in here. What do the rest of you think, should we search the sarcophagus?"

Yilmaz sees nothing of interest in this cold chamber and with a nod, Asil and a grumbling Bors wrestle with the heavy lid of the sarcophagus until with the screech of stone against stone, its contents are revealed...

Laying within is the desiccated body of a human male. It is clear the deceased once wore a set of fine clothes which have moldered with time. An old thick leather eyepatch covers the left eye socket. A rotting book rests on his chest, clenched within bony hands.